Sunday, 3 May 2009

An afternoon on the beach, 28 April 2009

The last time I rode a bike was in Laos. There were tracks there and no cars or traffic. The time before that, the last time I rode a bike was probably around my quiet street when I was twelve. I'm not a big cyclist, and I don't think I've ever ridden on a main road.

Well, if I wanted to get to the beach I had to learn fast.

Hoi An is a very quiet place, but it still has a fair few bikes, scooters and cars on the road.

I was a little apprehensive at first and had a panic at the first traffic light, but it was all fine. I could have done with a little bell. But by the time I had reached the beach (4km away) I was a total pro, I was even overtaking the slow people.

Hoi An beach is lovely. Much nicer than Nha Trang. I sat of the golden sand in the sun updating my scrap book for a few hours.

I met two French guys on the beach who convinced me into taking a cooking class that evening (it didn't take a lot of convincing as it was only going to cost 6quid). We arranged a meeting point for later that evening and I stayed on the beach a little longer. It is really strange to be able to arrange meeting points with people without the use of a mobile! You agree a time and a place and you both turn up. It's so easy! Life without a mobile is simple!

IT got to time that I had to cycle back, so i picked up my bike from the bicycle shed and headed back. The rain was looming so I pedalled really fast. After a while I began to realise that I didn't recognise anything. Hmmm... maybe this was part of the outgoing journey where i was getting to grips with the bike and therefore i hadn't noticed where i was. I carried on a bit further. Then i realised there were no other tourists on bikes anymore. At this point I decided that I must have gone too far. Please note, the road from the town to the beach is one straight road with no turnings so I knew that I wasn't lost!

I pulled over and showed my map to a Vietnamese man. I was off the map by a long way. SO I turned my bike around and cycled back super fast now that the rain was starting to spit.

When I reached the main crossroads in Hoi An I couldn't understand how I had driven past it. It was so prominent. Then again, as I cycled along I was singing the tune of the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz, so I wasn't concentrating completely on the task in hand.

I dropped off my bike and made it to my rendez vous with the French guys and was only ten minutes late after my detour.

After all the stress of the cycling, the getting lost, and then the rush to meet the French guys, I had forgotten all about my worries with the tailor. Perfecto!

3 comments:

  1. Very funny Amy. Did you think, this is definitely not Kansas.

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  2. guna call u dorothy now x x x

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  3. guna call u dorothy now x x x

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